What an odd few days. We now have an extra bit of space in the lounge which needs sorting aaahhht and before that project we have a ceiling and skirting to paint after I move a bookcase full of graphic novels to another room but who knows where? Bloody DIY when living in a house is not in my repetroire. Moving my Tardis playset upstairs was enough of a trauma what with most of the action figures flinging themselves onto the floor as I carried it slowly up the stairs. Sarah Jane almost lost her sonic lipstick! The new uber-TV is a sexy beast and we can actually see things now which helps when Jamie tries to do the boffin wall on Only Connect. Watched Caves of Androzani and Blink again, the former was a bit stretched as I am too mush of a luddite to work out how to put the black bars on either end of the picture when watching ye olde format. The magma beast looked decidedly unfearsome but Peri’s boobs impressed. Next up is the DVD of The Keys of Marinus. There are six episodes of this stuff? Bloody hell. Watched part one this evening and there were two great Hartnell fluffs in the first two minutes. Brilliant. I mean no offence, I love this old stuff. Susan appears to have been to 1985 and is channelling the spirit of Jennifer Saunders’ character in Girls On Top, which is nice. All the child geniuses end up being idiots in Who. Might review the disc when I get through the other five episodes… oh the horror.

In other news, a nice surprise happened and I don’t usually like surprises. Let’s just say that a plotline involving someone I care about has been fast-tracked and I am pleased and proud.

If only some of my family could stop living in the bloody 1950s (was that decade really so good that the Daily Mail wish to preserve it forever?) they might actually have some fun and be proud of how most of their children turned out. Even the goth archeologist (joke, she is lovely).

I have been given the honour of being a wedding witness next month and am thrilled by this as long as I don’t have to do a speech later as I don’t really have a clue how to act like a normal person. Some say that is part of my charm. Let’s see…

Along those lines, here’s this week’s Shut The F**k Up moment on the Mail comments:

Sorted.

Jamie has been making me watch How I Met Your Mother which he insists is not like Friends but it is really. It’s a sitcom about five friends who are alcoholics which is handy as they spend most of their time in the pub. The main character is single because he has no charisma (and probably is shit in bed. No, not defecating in the bed but…) and always wears a t-shirt/shirt combo. He hangs around with Dr Horrible from the Emmy award winning Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog who plays a ‘hilarious’ sex pest who his pals think is endearing but in reality would probably get put on the sex offenders register by the premiere of season two. Main character’s other friends are Willow from Buffy doing a face and too much skapstick and Nick from Freaks & Geeks playing Nick from Freaks and Geeks who owns some books. They have a another friend who is a lady and er… I am told it impproves but it didn’t win a comedy Emmy unlike 30 Rock, United States of Tara, Pushing Daisies or, er, Two And A Half Men. Huh?

Damn him, Chris was right and Parks & Recreation is indeed very funny. The first episode of the second series was rather special, unlike the new episode of It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia which was relatively mirth-free.

See?

It’s a Dr. Horrible’s Singalong Blog special! Wanna singalong song? MP3 here.

“I’ve never done cocaine. I’m not a crazy partyer. I don’t stay up and rent private jets and go on yachts and whoop it up in Miami. I found a guy that I’m head over heels for and we have similar interests and we spend our time together.”

I love Dr. Horrible aka Neil Patrick Harris (so namy names, the greedy git!) for not being afraid to be seen as a boring old regular guy who happens to have a man partner instead of a lady one. Because it really is that much of a big deal, i.e. no big bloody deal at all. He’s done an interview for Out magazine, in case you wondered. Heh.

“I’m a big proponent of monogamous relationships regardless of sexuality, and I’m proud of how the nation is steering toward that. Then you can look around and say, “I really deeply feel like I’m in love with this person, there are people who feel the same thing, and those models are normal.” The “normal” couples were sort of in the shadows for the past 15 or 20 years because you sort of needed other people to come forward and speak out.”

Adding one to the small list of Gay Icons I Genuinely Like. He can have the place Barrowman so desperately craves and fails to earn.

“We both wear rings, and I’m giddy when I see all the pictures of people so happy standing there, confirming the love they wish they could have expressed for a long time. It’s unbelievable. I think that speaks way more than the “God Hates Fags” signs.”

Of course, for all I know, NPH could get his hammer out on set, wave it about and scare that woman who played the potential slayer with the hat… but I doubt it.

Did I mention the comic?

There’s a comic. Online. Go see!

Oh, don’t tempt me. Please.